THE RISE OF END TIMES FASCISM My first major piece of the new Trump era, co-written with @astra.bsky.social. The governing ideology of the far right has become a monstrous, supremacist survivalism. Our task is to build a movement strong enough to stop them. www.theguardian.com/us-news/ng-i...

Holy borealis. 12:12am. -15C.

Home sweet.

Heading to Victoria today for rehearsals for Playlist shows. Sydney (on Vancouver Island) show is sold out I think) but there are still tickets for Victoria shows here: intrepidtheatre.com/shows/playli...

I am at the hospital waiting to get some bloodwork done and the maybe 80 year old woman sitting across from me is on her cell phone. It rings super loud in her hands, and the ring tone is fuck da police. She answers, chats quickly and then hangs up. My grandson. She says to me. He sets up my phone.

"We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay." - Lynda Barry, WHAT IT IS

I vow to take care of my body and my heart so that I can be strong and make art and resist and love my comrades and lock arms with everyone else who is ready to fight.

Okay fine then I will go to work tomorrow but I’m not emailing anyone back until next Monday at the earliest, as a courtesy. Let’s not rush into things.

Glorious and chilly day to ring in the new year. -22 Celcius, -33 including the windchill. Sun dogs, ice crystals sparkling, and hoar frost.

Nobody will ever have a cooler NYT obit photo www.nytimes.com/2024/11/08/b...

Beginnings of the nearly solstice sun rising here at 10:36 am. It is setting right now, at 3:47pm Yukkn time. Short, but oh so sweet light today. Sun dogs, hoar frost, blue skies. Just glorious.

This holiday season let’s all give each other the gift of staying home and cooking shepard’s pie and organizing the drawers of our desks and then writing poems or doing crafts shall we?

December northern sky. There’s a pink where the setting sun bounces off the snow on the purple blue mountains on a cold day at just after four pm that only lives here, I swear it.

I’m going to tidy up my whole apartment and then write into the wee hours tonight. Let the record show.

My 2025 energy

I think lateral violence is tearing apart queer and trans communities at a time when we need each other more than maybe ever, since perhaps the height of the AIDS crisis. I think repair and rebuilding and conflict management skills are desperately needed for all of us, including myself. 1 of 2

Tour is over. Hosting Tanya Talaga for the Active Voice series is done. One more week of classes. One more live show next week. I’m going to buckle down now on this supernatural horror book I’ve been working on. I would really love to cross the 60k words finish line before the new year.

Currently writing (for my first time) a supernatural horror novel, set in the Southern Yukon and Northern BC. So far I have scared myself so bad I couldn’t sleep a total of six times in 40,000 words. Not counting the times I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, broccoli and salad for dinner. Cranberry sauce too. Tour is over for a couple of months, now it’s time to nest and finish this manuscript. I’d love to roll out the rest of this first draft by the new year. That would feel so good.

Okay so I am working on getting off of the twit’s platform and starting over here. I’ve read though that maybe I should NOT deactivate my account because someone could use my handle and pretend to be me. This did happen to me with an old website domain name. Advice anyone? Experience?

I got home and wasn’t mad at the snow. Got up and watched the sunrise, and promptly went back to bed. Ate some food I cooked myself. Did my laundry. I scrubbed my whole house before I left on tour, and made and froze some chili, so my sheets are clean and my belly is full. A perfect landing.

I keep thinking about this woman I met on tour at Can Tire in Cranbrook. She looked at me for a long time and said are you here to do something at Key City Theatre? Yes I said, are you going? No, she said, I just saw the posters in the break room here, and in the lunchroom at my other work, too.

I finished my last show of the fall tour of Playlist last night in Cranbrook. There is something about doing a show in a small town that gigging in a bigger city will never touch. As a queer and trans person, I mean. Especially these days. That feeling that we need each other, and we all know it.